No Complaints

On top of a very unexpectedly exceptional weekend, I had a very unexpectedly pleasant evening. After work today, I went to my usual local haunt for food and brew. I ordered one drink by mistake, which the bartender then gave to his friend as a birthday gift, saying it was from me. In return, the friend bought me a drink. Then a few more friends of his showed up, and we had another round, and another friend, and another round, and after all this, we were given a shot of Jim Beam on the house. Needless to say – (which may actually need to be said for those unaware that I can't handle my liquor) – I am quite tipsy and content. Everything about this weekend, even despite working today and Friday, was outstanding. My complaints box, metaphorically since I have none literally, is empty.